My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 115 - 114 Special Mission (Monthly Ticket Additional Update)

Chapter 115: Chapter 114 Special Mission (Monthly Ticket Additional Update)

“Snap!”

A faint sound, like someone throwing a stone into an empty mountain gorge.

Shao Zifeng felt a chill over his whole body, his outstretched hand instantly stiffening.

“Squeak.”

The grating noise started, and Shao Zifeng came to his senses, looking at the wide-open elevator doors in front of him and then at his own outstretched hand.

What was he doing?

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There was a sudden moment of unreality in his heart.

Lowering his right hand, he shook his head and walked into the elevator. Standing under the dim light, Shao Zifeng always felt he had overlooked something.

He looked down at the time, 2:30 in the afternoon. He felt a chill in his heart; hadn’t it just been 2:24?

Just as he thought this, Shao Zifeng went blank for a moment, his eyes vacant and confused, mumbling to himself, “Just now… it was 2:30, yes, 2:30.”

Then he came back to his senses, remembering why he had come, and tentatively pressed the down button.

After waiting for a while, the elevator did not move.

Shao Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief; this must be the three-minute window Luo Feng had mentioned.

With this thought, he no longer hesitated and walked over to the left wall of the elevator compartment, knocking lightly and heavily seven times. The tapping echoed in the empty fifth floor, somewhat eerie.

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“Click!”

The left wall of the elevator split open, a cold draft coming through the crack, and Shao Zifeng instinctively tightened his clothes.

As the left wall of the elevator parted, a pitch-dark stairwell appeared. The stairs went up, with thick dust piled up on both sides of the steps, except for the middle part, which was conspicuously clean, as though frequently traveled.

The dark stairwell looked like a giant maw ready to devour everything, with gusts of cold air blowing through it.

Shao Zifeng took a deep breath, muttering to himself about how Dragon City had managed to make its underground platform so creepy.

He cautiously stepped out of the elevator, and the crack in the wall behind him instantly closed, plunging the surroundings into pitch darkness.

Shao Zifeng tensed up, but before he could react, his eyes gradually adjusted to the dark and he could even make out the outline of the steps.

Though everything was strange, it felt like there was a force inside him guiding his decisions.

Shao Zifeng gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stairway.

One.

Three.

Four.

Nine.

After the ninth step was a landing, and turning left led to another staircase.

One.

Five.

Eight.

Nine.

Shao Zifeng mentally counted, feeling increasingly anxious. This was the fourth landing he had reached.

Logically, the upward stairs couldn’t be that tall; the height of the department store limited the height of the floors.

Finally, at the fifth landing, roughly the height of a five-story building, Shao Zifeng saw a long corridor with a wooden door at the end, flanked by burning torches.

Had he finally arrived?

Walking down the long corridor, Shao Zifeng stood next to the wooden door. The burning torches drove away the darkness, revealing an X carved in the center of the door.

Just like that X on the HePing platform app, only the one on this wooden door was blood-red.

Shao Zifeng reached out to push open the wooden door, yet he felt a wave of resistance in his heart.

A chill seemed to emanate from where his palm touched the wood, coming and going so quickly that it felt like an illusion.

His unease grew, and he thought to retreat, but his body, beyond his control, pushed the door open.

Creak.

As the wooden door opened, a room constructed of stone blocks appeared before Shao Zifeng, its architectural style somewhat similar to an ancient European castle, with oil lamps burning on all four walls, bringing a hint of warmth to the room.

At a glance, the room looked like a study, with several tall bookcases standing against the walls, a solid wood desk in front of them, cluttered with file folders and books, an antique-style lamp on the desk, and beneath it, an old-fashioned rotary phone.

Shao Zifeng entered the room, and the wooden door closed silently behind him; apart from the crackling of the oil lamps, there was not a sound to be heard.

“Is anybody there?”

Shao Zifeng called out, his heart racing, yet he couldn’t control his body.

“Cough, cough, who is it?”

Just as he thought no one was there, an old face appeared from behind the stack of books on the desk, with white hair and a face lined with deep wrinkles, pale as if seldom exposed to sunlight.

“Hello, old sir, I’m ‘Cang Feng’, number 9331, here to buy some stuff and take a look at available tasks.” The moment the old man appeared, Shao Zifeng regained control over his body.

Perhaps the old man’s benign appearance eased his anxiety, which strangely dissipated without a trace.

“Cough, cough, ohh, I don’t have a computer here, all the records are hand-written. Tell me what you need, and I will fetch it for you.” The old man coughed a few times, struggling to stand with the aid of the desk.

Only then did Shao Zifeng notice the old man was wearing a black robe, which looked loose and baggy due to his frailness.

“These are the task archives; take a look at what missions you want to take on. Once you decide, register it with a fountain pen on this sheet of paper.” The old man’s dry palms handed Shao Zifeng a thick archive, thereafter placing a form on the desk: “There’s a fountain pen next to you. Tell me, what do you need to purchase?”

Completing these tasks seemed to exhaust the old man greatly, and he leaned on the desk, gasping for air.

“I need to buy ten vials of Type I dark attribute energy potion, if you would, old sir.” Shao Zifeng looked at the old man, feeble like a flickering candle, feeling a pang of pity.

The old man coughed dryly and waved a hand at him, then shakily walked toward a backroom hidden behind the bookshelf, which Shao Zifeng hadn’t noticed earlier.

With the old man gone, Shao Zifeng flipped through the archive, finding powerful handwriting leaping off the pages—it was all handwritten.

Though impressed, he didn’t dwell on it and began looking for tasks he could undertake.

Task: [Personal]: Mrs. Zhu from Dongcheng Elementary School’s dearly beloved cat has gone missing. Return it to her for a reward of 50 yuan and Mrs. Zhu’s personal thanks.

???

Shao Zifeng was dumbfounded, feeling like he’d returned to a newbie village.

Quickly flipping through, he found Dragon City’s tasks were all similar in nature. Shao Zifeng rapidly browsed through the pages, taking in ten lines with a single glance.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed.

The last page of the archive was marked in red ink with the word “Special”.

[Special] An isolated, lonely old man in the west of the city died under mysterious circumstances, and strange incidents occurred after his burial. Task 1: Ascertain the cause of the old man’s death, and whether it was the doing of mutant creatures. Task 2: Find out the source of the strange incidents, and whether they are related to mutant creatures. Reward: Unknown

This seemed not too difficult, Shao Zifeng muttered to himself.

He picked up the archive to record this task when suddenly a sheet of paper slid out from underneath the last page.

Shao Zifeng picked it up and saw it contained additional information about the deceased related to this special task. As he looked at the photo on the paper, his body suddenly stiffened and a cold shiver shot up his spine.

He turned his head stiffly, seeing no sign of the old man, then he began to step back towards the door.

Smack.

An icy palm landed on Shao Zifeng’s shoulder and an ominous voice rang in his ear, “Were you looking for me?”

Shao Zifeng’s heart lurched, and he spun around, only to see the old man’s originally pale skin had turned dark green, a bloody blur swished beneath the lifted black robe, his eyes bulged white with blood-tears streaming down, his mouth split open, revealing sharp fangs lunging towards Shao Zifeng.

The old man moved with incredible speed, biting down on Shao Zifeng’s neck before he could dodge.